Faith is not the poor cousin of sight.
Let’s fast-forward some sixty years from resurrection Sunday—sixty Easters.
Tonight, 2000 years ago, one Man announced a covenant of sacrificial love. Another man put a dollar value on it.
The big day has come and gone. Your Easter duds now hang in a closet, waiting for the same time next year. Just make
Hi everybody. I’m breaking tradition and posting today because Good Friday and Easter Sunday is better than Bareknuckle Wednesday. Way better.